The Death Of Me Poem by Christina Pedregon

Drifting away into nothingness,
I'm like a buoy far out at sea.
All alone I stand.
Forever alone I'll be.
So cold and alone,
so dark and alone,
so terribly alone.
Like ice feeling my veins, my blood refuses to flow.
My heart shattered into millions of tiny fragments.
Irreparable.
A waste of space and a robbery of time.
I move my lips and the words arent mine.
My face is lying, my smiles in on it too.
Gee I'm so good- bet I've fooled all of you,
But im not proud of it,
I'm terrified-
I'm trembling and im shaking, deep down from deep inside.
My eyes won't open, and when they do I still can't see.
Darkness all around me,
Its closing in on me.
Its stealthy hands upon my lips, its pushed down so hard I feel like im dying.
I can't breathe- I can't see, I can't speak- I can't feel- anything.
It spreads to my mind, It tangles around my heart, and with one final chaotic explosion- it annihilates me- every ounce.
With a sudden gasp of air, I come back to life; but sadly there's no life in me.
I'm just the walking dead.
I cannot focus on anything.
Just wallow in this misery and dread;
And be swallowed alive in this endless sea of agony.
Ripping at my heartstrings.
Pulling me apart from the inside.
Tearing me into tiny pieces- blowing around everywhere.
Scorched on every side, I lay here, scared,
thinking what is going to happen to me?
I try to cry out; I try to explain, but I am met with your hollow heart and with your feeble mind.
I can no longer say that we are friends.
We are the worst of enemies.
For every day you kill me.
Everyday you kill me- over and over again.
I am numb. I'm screaming with no sound. Help me! I'm dying!
You have been the death of me.